Yep, you got it! I got hurt at the hair salon yesterday. After many, many happy blissful years at Grace salon in Portland, Oregon, my gray hair wouldn't wait for me to return there for a touch-up. That's the way gray hair is. I had to search for a new salon, in my new city, to take care of my old gray hair.
So after careful consideration, asking around, yelping, I found one. But what I forgot to ask about was, how is the shampoo experience??? Honestly, it never entered my mind. Silly me... I was more concerned with the quality of the haircut, the experience of the stylist, the color products they used, and the overall ambiance of the salon. Big mistake.
After my color had been properly processed, out came Carmen from the backroom... as in "Carmen will shampoo you now". I didn't have a good feeling, but it was only a shampoo. I followed her to the wash stations. Then it started, a combination of feeling as if I was in a World Wrestling Federation match while riding Splash Mountain at Disneyworld. It was brutal. I prayed it would end quickly, but it didn't. She actually shampooed, rinsed and REPEATED. Who does that??? Then came the conditioner and the color set. Over and over and over again, she batted my head around, in what was marketed as a "signature head massage". At one point the water really got away from her and she soaked me. "It's only water" she bellowed. BELLOWED!
Today I have the battle scars to prove it, and I'm afraid no one will believe me. Not to mention a new found fear of the shampoo station at what might turn out to be my new salon. I know I can request not to be with Carmen on my next visit... but I can tell you, Carmen does not forget a face. I believe she may have ruined the awesome experience of a great salon shampoo for me for a long while! Never will I close my eyes, lean back and breathe.